Well, we're getting into the home stretch here for our trip to Ireland. We're counting down at two weeks and two days and I'm starting to get excited. I really hope things go as well as possible. We tend to fight about money more on trips, we're both on medication that affects us a lot, and Christian is very stressed out right now and always takes a while to relax. Regardless, I hope things go well. I've resolved to not be such a skinflint, get enough sleep that my medicine doesn't affect me too much, and let Christian have the time he needs to relax.

Speaking of medicine and medical type things, I started getting my allergy shots a month and a half ago and I am hoping that they really start to work soon. Most people go in weekly, but I've been going in every 4-5 days. Since they build up the dosage gradually with each shot, I'm trying to get up as high as possible as soon as possible. This is both because we'll be missing out on them for a whole month, and because I need to be up to a pretty high dose if I want to be able to continue to take them while I'm pregnant. (And I am hoping to get pregnant soon, after all.)

My changed attitude towards the hives is interesting to me these days. I still really dislike them, but I've certainly accepted them as a normal part of daily life. I don't think you ever totally get used to a thing like that, but you can at least grow to tolerate it. It will be such a wonderful thing when they start getting better, though. Wonderful like how it is when you have had a terrible cold for a week, and then you wake up one day and you can actually breath! Of course little while later you forget just how wonderful that feels, but it makes for a pleasant few days.

I've been feeling kind of crappy in general for the past week or so. Nausea, cramps, fatigue, gas, etc. I used to get excited about these sorts of things when they invariably happened after I ovulated, but it seems that is just a normal part of the month for me. It really seems useless to be feeling so bad for no reason though. I'm starting to get more and more frustrated with the whole thing and I'm actually beginning to consider trying Clomid or something like that soon, as I am not really seeing any results from the weight loss. I feel like I can take the trying each month, but the waiting to ovulate really grates on my nerves. This month I ovulated on day 25. That's 3 days before a normal woman would be starting her period! Since I sometimes ovulate as early as day 18, that means my fertile period is about two weeks long. My husband starts to get tired after a while! On the other hand, I don't really want to be taking drugs if all that is needed is some patience. I don't know… My body is such a mystery.